Sweet, sweet Leslie came into town this weekend.
We hung out last night, and she took us to a...
RAVE.
Who would've thought you'd see so much plaid at a rave?
It was so clean in there. Like it was an art project or something.
Leslie and I admitted to eachother that were trying to stick it out as long as we did because it would make a really good blog post.
How's it doing?
I mean come on...
It doesn't get any better. Look how passionate the DJ's were.
And then after much craziness following the mini-rave, we all adjourned to our sleeping quarters. When we awoke, we all stumbled out of our doors to find the New York Marathon happening.
I have recently taken up running, and in only a couple months decided that I love it and want to try to run a race.
But I'm not crazy.
I'll stick to the 5K.
And maybe someday that sign will really be for me...